Taking the Reins

That’s my consensus from my trip to San Francisco the past two days.  I recall a previous post where I said that if you went to a nicer restaurant, they’d accommodate you with good choices.  Well, I lied.  I ate at this place on Wednesday night that had NOTHING safe on the menu to order…they even plate their filet mignon with butter.  All of the sides were creamed, fried, or involved something evil like mac n’ cheese.  When I asked if there were any vegetables that they had broiled or grilled, he said, “we can boil the fava beans for you.”  Oh, yeah, like I’m going to order boiled fava beans?!!!  Good grief!  I ended up with a 6 oz. filet, NO butter, and succotash, which I’m sure was soaked in it.  But what can you do?  I was with foodies, and they ordered everything on the menu it seemed.  Thank goodness steak tartar makes me nauseous or else I would have sampled more. 

The good news, though, is that despite the horrible food, I did walk my rear off.  We had meetings every few hours at buildings several blocks away from each other, so I was a walking fool.  Quite frankly, I am whooped!

Today I had swim practice in the lake again.  30 minutes of long and slow swimming….ended up doing 6 laps in 27 minutes and then leisurely floating to shore with some new pals who swim equally fast.  (Slow today, but still faster than our group!)  Fun times– we run on Sunday, so I’m sort of dreading that.

Anyway, am back.  Will post a menu for tomorrow.  Am exhausted tonight!